He’s your 2am and 2pm,
He can make you breathless;
without him trying..
He became your world.
You were trying your best to stop,
but you realized it’s too late.
I’ve been there, and it killed me.
It was the best thing that has happened
to me.
Just let it; let the love control you
and feel the pain, feel it.
Let it flow into your veins
until you bleed. Because after that
it will surely teach you how to be better.
And how to love right..
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 3:37 AM UTC
He’s your 2am and 2pm,
He can make you breathless;
without him trying..
He became your world.
You were trying your best to stop,
but you realized it’s too late.
I’ve been there, and it killed me.
It was the best thing that has happened
to me.
Just let it; let the love control you
and feel the pain, feel it.
Let it flow into your veins
until you bleed. Because after that
it will surely teach you how to be better.
And how to love right..
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